We are perceived as so many people
By so many people...
None of them equivalent,
Yet all of them equal...
Who are you?
Thinking about me
While I walk down the street.
Is it true?
You adore me.
We have still yet to meet.
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The world is hella big,
Yet this city is so small.
Change your makeup.
Swap your wig.
Count the bodies.
Paint the walls.
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I can imagine that by 40
That you must be
Far from perfect...
Steady calling yourself a piece of shit,
That makes me kinda nervous...
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I've realized that
You only call me when you're drunk.
I can smell you through the phone.
The reefer rolled
Reeked like a skunk.
She said;
"Bring that dick to me...
Slam it on me like a dunk."
I could never tell her no,
Her every test,
I tend to flunk...
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The moment that she sent
That video,
Yeah, she did damage.
Had me on the ropes,
She laid me low.
I hit the canvas.
Check my cardio,
She made it flow.
It's running rampant.
Collecting all the pieces
Off the sheets
That she can scavenge.
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I just want to be perceived
By one person
As her person...
I've been lonely for too long,
The silence is
Starting to worsen...
Where have you been?
Waiting for me
As I stumble through this life...
Is it a sin
To want a love like mine?
I'm waiting for my wife...